Claimed as the Ruthless Alpha's Fake Luna

Chapter 8

Word Count: 772 | Released on: 16/09/2026

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. My wolf, Nyx, growled in agreement. She hides something-more than just greed. But what? I had Caleb s

he need for her... that was a dull, constant

hell, my skin seared by invisible silver. My Pack Doctor, Leo, called it the Silver-Taint Curse: a permanent echo of silver in my soul from my capture as a boy, maki

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ition I'd planned to announce to the pack elders the very week Seraphina Foster shredded my engagement in front of a hundred cameras-evap

ly. The spectacle. The jilte

ccounts-loans called in early, a lumber contract canceled, her mother's estate, bled dry into the family trust years ago, sud

the patience to do it without a single public word? The Sinclairs. I had no proof, and that was the worst part. The Sinclairs nev

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queeze, the Fosters' mother-heritage account wallowing in procedural ice. Half a city was quie

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wrist. I couldn't find her in the living area. A primal panic, cold and sh

the door open with a single, sharp tug, splintering the frame. She was asleep. Her scent filled

saw me looming. "What are you doing?" she w

e, the mattress dipping; then I lay on the covers, on the far side of the bed,

-the wolf-wanted to: pull her under me, mark her, make her mine so sh

te. The fire was extinguished. Sleep claim

the far edge, awake. The realization crystallized: it wasn't her being in

y. My personal, living cure. I could not let her go. E

d. "From now on, you will sleep

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Claimed as the Ruthless Alpha's Fake Luna

George B Werewolf

“At my own engagement party, my Alpha father handed me over to Hayden Price like a cheap commodity to seal a pack alliance. But just an hour later, I caught my fiancé pinning my conniving stepsister against a velvet sofa in a private lounge, their clothes completely disheveled. When I walked in, they didn't even look guilty. Isabelle pulled him down for another wet kiss and gave me a triumphant smirk, while Hayden actually frowned and accused me of having no manners. I was supposed to be the perfect, docile she-wolf, the wolfless embarrassment of the Foster Pack who should just accept her miserable fate. Instead, I walked straight back to the grand ballroom and publicly rejected him in front of hundreds of staring pack members. My father roared in absolute rage, but I just dropped the diamond ring and walked out into the cold night. I thought I had finally escaped my cage, only to immediately stumble into the den of a much more dangerous beast. Damien Sinclair, the most ruthless and powerful Alpha in the territories, grabbed me in a dark corridor, burning with a cursed, violent heat. To my absolute shock, the inner wolf that had been silent for all my twenty-one years suddenly howled, claiming this terrifying stranger as my Fated Mate. The next morning, he looked at me with icy authority, clearly expecting me to run away or beg for a payout. Instead, I calmly slid a marriage contract across his polished desk. "I'll play the part of your Luna and soothe your curse," I told him, meeting his predatory gaze. "In return, you will help me completely bankrupt my ex-fiancé." This time, I was done being a pawn.”